Let's fall in love

Morning is early, the sun is low, and the shadows are long.For about an hour a day, we're all transformed into giant shadows with stick feet, and what's not to love. Basking in the extra hour of sunlight that the daylight savings has earned me, I allow the usual four minute scurry to turn into a 7 minute walk instead. Humming, smelling the Blue Dog brew between 6th and 7th avenues and observing the caffeinated stick shadows shuffle about.

And around this time of year, I allow my brain to escape for a bit and chew on some momories from years ago. It's bittersweet and far away, and yet quite unescapable as Central Park becomes a colour factory of trees. It's a long shadow, a seven year old one. Its edges are getting frayed now and I no longer remember the shape, but it's always around when in the golden morning sunlight.

And I don't grudge it anymore.

Joyeux Anniversaire

It's a moment frozen in time. Me in my office attire, pushing through the revolving door. And there you are, OH MY GOD. I think you were trying to take a picture of me. Maybe that picture is lost forever now, lying on the floor of a bar where we left it at 4 AM. But that moment is ours. I'll be forever circling on that revolving door, and you'll always be standing there. To confuse and excite and surprise and delight me, like you have been known to do. It's quite representative of what we have.

We'll have to make do

There are lights everywhere.

Parking signs.
Blinking red hands.
Reflection of brake lights on the black roads.
A grid of little windows, reaching up to the sky.
Neon lights.

Happy Diwali.

A reddish kind of blue

My heart it is made of glass.

Please don't crush it, it will make your hands bleed.

Whosaidit

"Where would you like to live?"

"A place that has seasons."

Raw

No metaphor, no poetry.

You and that little tin box. So annoying, I tossed it in the trash clamourously so my feelings about it were made known to all. And how annoying that you just alternated between that baby blue T shirt and the black kurta! What about all the nice clothes my mom gifted you. Can't you even appreciate her gifts? Seriously dude, the documents go INSIDE the document bag. And all these empty bags go into the bag bag. Stop laughing at me. Stop making me laugh, I am angry, dammit. I hate that you took care of so many things and I loved it too. But the time I love you most is after a fresh shower. Your skin is warm and your hair is damp and you are just so goddamned huggable.

So long, and thank you for all the jellyfish.

Something broke last night

I smoothed my hands over your face in the darkness. I don't want to forget the contours, I want to be able to reconstruct you.

(How could you be consoling me when I know you're in as much pain as I am?)

This morning you were gone, and it feels like someone switched off all the lights inside of me.

(Love scares me. Whatever am I going to do when you die?)

Lucky Me

I have said it before, and I will say it again.

Chemistry is sharing a private joke.

I sometimes didn't get the joke, but I laughed anyway.

Rainbows in blue

A few hours before dawn, quiet jazz was playing on the lawn. Dozens of red lanterns were hurled at the sky, and everyone watched in silence as they became one with the stars.

And it was six in the morning. The salty sea faded softly into the sky and the frothy waves threatened to drench her indigo. Little golden leaves around her neck caught the sun and trembled in the wind. She didn't really need that glow. In the tangerine light, she squinted to see the lagoon. The moment was hazy and clear like they describe in songs. There was laughter. It was the laughter unique to mornings.

That laughter is unique to the beginning of things.